AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You’re strong. You would.”
“Don’t confuse the outside for what’s inside. I’m battle-worn in here.”
He cupped my cheek, then moved up so he could touch my ear.
“Like this you’re stunning, Finch. However I get to love you, I accept that. I’ll fight for this…for us.”
Easton’s face became blurry and when my knees weakened, he wrapped me up in his arms. My head rested on his shoulder, and I pulled him as close as I could.
“I’ve brought war to your family, Easton.”
“You brought us love, Finch—sometimes wars are born from that. We’ll get through it.”
I hoped he was right, but I didn’t know if he truly was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Easton
We stayed wrapped up like that for a good fifteen minutes before realizing Milo, Tru, and Daisy would be home soon.
When Finch reached to pick up his shirt, I watched in amazement as his glamour, as he called it, shifted into place.
His blue hair was the only thing he brought with him to his human appearance.
“What happens now?” I asked as he combed through his long hair with his fingers.
“I honestly don’t know. Daisy might. Perhaps the three of us talk tonight after the kids go to bed?”
It was as good a plan as any. I had a million questions whirling around my head and to be honest, I could live a hundred lifetimes and never make a dent in them.
“I’m thinking pizza tonight.” I moved toward the phone, but Finch stopped me.
“How about I make you all dinner?” His eyes, that were like large crystals a moment ago, had returned to their lovely silver.
“You don’t have to; pizza is fine. Besides, I don’t have a lot here, that’s why I sent them to the store.”
He sighed as if it pained him not to cook for us. “How about I make some dessert, then?”
“What’s with the need to feed us?” I chuckled and grabbed the phone again. My work buddies teased me about having a landline, but my cell phone was dead, so who was laughing now?
“Just something I feel the need to do.” He shrugged.
I was about to say more, but the sound of the door opening paused our conversation.
Quickly, I ordered the pizza while Daisy and the kids began unloading groceries.
I was commanded to go sit down and the second I protested, it was met with four firm rebuttals. So, I moved to the kitchen table and watched as Finch, Daisy, and the kids put everything away.
Was Daisy a fae too? Probably. How bizarre. Did she look like Finch did in her real form?
“You’re thinking awful hard there, Easton.” Daisy quirked a brow.
“There’s a lot to think about.”
She shot me a curt nod. “I imagine there is.”
Once the kids were in bed, the three of us moved to the backyard porch. I didn’t want to risk Tru or Milo eavesdropping and finding out about Finch.
